Two Camps

I'll start with the first camp (starting at the first is usually a good idea): Rockwood Acres. 

What that actually starts with is Vicky asking me a few months ago if I'd like to go to a C&C Retreat with her. Since it was her, naturally I said yes. :) 

So, Labour Day weekend came and off we went! It was a fun trip with the Matthews family, and we arrived at the camp not dead. And that, my friends, is always good. Being alive has always been a big thing for me. 

Everyone there was very nice, and they tried to welcome me into their circle - which was pretty tight considering they had all known each other for years and years. However, they were all quite gracious and there were some very cool people there. 

It was an excellent weekend of rest, fun, food (delicious food), and fellowship. We were coaxed more than once - well, not coaxed, but reminded that we could hypothetically do something illegal, since we were all adults. I don't think anyone did, though we heard stories of what people had done in the past. Tsk tsk. I STILL want to go back. :D (I was asked if I would go back, even if I had to pay $100 dollars and there was something else bad thrown in but I forget. I said yes, because I'm crazy like that. But it was really, really fun, so what can I say?) 

So all in all, Rockwood Acres was fun. I think we should go to family camp next time it comes. :D 

Second camp: Creekside. 

We made the long trip home from Rockwood Acres to Jim and Vic's house, where I played a game of Perudo (fun)  and ate some curry (yummo), and then hopped into the car and drove home, had a shower, packed new clothes, grabbed stuff that was forgotten, petted the dogs and reassured them that they were not abandoned, checked the chickens, and then hopped back into the car to drive up to Jeff and Adeena's, where everyone was camping. 

Creekside is the most restful camp, because it's home. (I mean, not specifically, but you know what I mean. It's home-ish enough that it's home.)

I showed off the bruise I received at Rockwood Acres, playing soccer. It's still there, though faded. It is a marvellous trophy, or, a reminder that I should stop playing soccer. Either I injure someone else or myself. Maybe if I played goalie...my team would lose. 

I guess to summarize I have to say that I had an amazingly fun week, at both camps. One was new and exciting and welcoming and different, the other was homey and relaxing and familiar. Both good. It's like the feeling you get when you can put marshmallows in your hot chocolate for the very first time. 

Boy do I want a hot chocolate right now.